Where is the Bride.

I want to stick my head in eternal waters. Drench my hair in forever. Like John, I want to see the bride be what she was made to be. I want to see her hands move under the dirt and pull the steel out of the ground. Those left in the cold underground would finally breathe. And these obscuring towers finally would crumble.

But that is not what I see the bride doing.
She has no charity for the common man.
And her children do not know God. How could they if they do not know widows and orphans.

And if I scream. If I shout, will she move? Can I shake her?

And look, I know. She is riddled with disease. She is paranoid and trembling.

She has been undermined, belittled, raped and molested. So like a sickly woman, she turns to her abusers and says "help me"

And I am a member of this body, I move with its mass. How can I tear from its sickness? How can I lift this body?

 I refuse to relent. I will not be swept under this current.

 She is not a lamb, she is not a child. She is an oxen in need of water. And she is pale in the light, but her strength lies under her black fur. 

My eyes have seen the strength of a Mother Bear defending her cubs from Satan's hold. She slips, breaks her bones and her health whithers. But her fists are still engaged, and she will not hesitate from striking her next blow. She will stand solid in the whirlwind, the wicked will fall around her. Her inheritance is her treasure, the Kingdom one she'll fight to see.
The beasts mouth shall be ripped open, its jaw torn off. It will be silenced, and the victory of the Lord will obliterate its deathly seduction of the sick. The Champ and I will tie up this Juggernaut with chains! Just as my mother and your father did before us. We will bring him to his knees, and lanterns will rise in this city to celebrate the new light of our hearts!

But brother, I cannot do this alone. I know I am a saint, living to worship, and I know you will bring me back up from the dirt. And of course, I will not let you die. We cant die! We got to much work to do. This kingdom aint gonna be built outta nothing. Takes men and women of inhuman courage to climb this mountain.

Weve spent to much time running as fools. I always knew that I was meant for victory, and I always ran from it.

I always fled from the Faithful King when hope seemed to slim. But what I've grown to learn is that hopelessness is based in deceit. Inexperienced children lash out at their siblings, and cry when they are lonely. Its not the same sad song anymore. We are too smart to let the light go out from our bodies. That light MUST pour out to those who can barely see, to those who are stumbling around. And I aint preaching for evangelism. Im talking about hope. Bout when stuff is so fucked up nobody round here can keep a tear out of their eye.

Im tired of seeing everyone crying all the time. Tired of people telling me how lonely they are. I see the people, the members of the bride, and it seems they are their just by circumstance.
They were just lucky. But Lord. Those who do not have that circumstance. Those widows and orphans. I know Blackbird didnt have that circumstance. I know my blood brother did not. But as the Body of Christ, are we supposed to enrapture them with love?

If there is going to be a rapture, shouldnt we bring it? We are so busy waiting for the world to change. The world is suffering around us. Their problems seem insurmountable, you feel covered in darkness, as if you are standing in the shadow of a colossus. You turn and move out of the way, you set up an empty commitment and make false promises. But your punishment isnt a bloody death, or even a curse upon your bones. No, your punishment is that hollow men and women will surround your grave on the day you die. Void of the love you neglected to share.

As I said. I refuse to relent, I refuse to let go of these people. I will never give up on them no matter how far they turn. You may call me a fool for doing so. But if thats what makes a man a fool, I will be the greatest fool of all.

I will love these people with all the strength the Great King gives me, but I hope, that one day, I will not have to do so alone.